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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.