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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.