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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.