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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.