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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
MDC,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.