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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.