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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.