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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Pole,
Nas,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.