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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.