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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.