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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
UT,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.