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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.