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 Finland 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.