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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.