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 Laos and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Magma,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.