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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.