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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.