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 London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.