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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.