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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Evens,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.