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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.