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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 theremin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.