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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.