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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.