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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.