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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Japan,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.