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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.