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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.