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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.