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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.