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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.