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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
cv313,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Scion,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.