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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Monks,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.