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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.