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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.