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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.