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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.