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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.