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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.