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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Wire,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.