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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.