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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.