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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Can,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.