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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.