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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.