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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.