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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.