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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.