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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.