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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.