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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.