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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.