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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.