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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.