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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.