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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.