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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.