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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.