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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.