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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.