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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.