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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.