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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.