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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.