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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.