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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.