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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
UT,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.