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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.