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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.