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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.