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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.