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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.