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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead 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 techno 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 a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.