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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.