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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.