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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.