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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.