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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Index,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.