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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.