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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Deakin,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
CMW,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.