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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
New Order,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.