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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.