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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.