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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.