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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.