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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.