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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.