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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.