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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.