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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.