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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.