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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
The Human League,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.