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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Index,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
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.