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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.