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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.