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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.