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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.