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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.