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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.