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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Names,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.