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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.