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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.