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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.