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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.