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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.