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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.