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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.