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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.