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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
JFA,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.