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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.