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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.