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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.