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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.