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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.