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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
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.