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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.