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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Crime,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.