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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.