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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Index,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.