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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.