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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.