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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.