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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.