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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.