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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.