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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
cv313,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.