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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scientists,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.