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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.