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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.