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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.