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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.