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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Faust,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.