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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.