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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.