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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
UT,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.