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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.