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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.