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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.