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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.