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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Crime,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.