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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.