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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.