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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.