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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.