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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.