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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.