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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.