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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.