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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.