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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.