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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.