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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
the Association,
Audionom,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.