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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.