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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
AZ,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
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