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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.