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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.