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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.