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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.