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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.