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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Can,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.