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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.