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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.