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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Moebius,
Mars,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.