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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.