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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Liliput,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.