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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.