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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Monolake,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.