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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.