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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.