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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.