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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.