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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Slave to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Nico,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.