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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
June Days,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.