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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.