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 and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.