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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.