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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.