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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.