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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.