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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Names,
Television,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.