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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Moebius,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.