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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
DNA,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.