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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Monks,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Index,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.