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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.