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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
New Order,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.