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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 an organ and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.