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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.