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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.