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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.