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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.