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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.