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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Quantec,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.