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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Mars,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.