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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.