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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.