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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.