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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Slave,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.