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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.