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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.