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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.