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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
10cc,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.