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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.