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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.