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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.