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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.