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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.