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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.