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 India and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.