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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
June Days,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.