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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.