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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.