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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.