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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.