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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.