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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 DNA to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.