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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 AZ to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.