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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.