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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.