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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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?
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.