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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.