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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.