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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.