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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.