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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Saints,
the Association,
Inner City,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.