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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.