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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Fear,
UT,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.