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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Busters,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.