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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Scientists,
a-ha,
The Index,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.