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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.