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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
10cc,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.