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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.