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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.