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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.