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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.