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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Scion,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.