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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.