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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.