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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.