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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.