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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.