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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.