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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.