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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.