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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Wasted Youth 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.