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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.