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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.