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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.