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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.