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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.