Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Nico,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.