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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.