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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.