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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.