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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Television,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.