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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.