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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Swans,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.