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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.