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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.