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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Wings,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.