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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.