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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Ten City,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Organ,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.