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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.