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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.