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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.