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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an organ and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.