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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.