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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.