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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 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?
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
MC5,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.