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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.