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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.