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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.