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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.