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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.