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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.