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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
the Swans,
CMW,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.