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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.