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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.