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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.