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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.