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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.