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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.