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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.