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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.