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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.