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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Slave,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.