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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.