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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.