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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.