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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.