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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.