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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.