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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.