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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.