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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.