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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.