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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.