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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.