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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.