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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.