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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Faust,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.