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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.