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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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?
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.