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 Tonga and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.