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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.