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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.