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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
June Days,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.