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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.