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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.