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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.