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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.