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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.