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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.