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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.