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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.