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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
June Days,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.