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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.