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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.