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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.