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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.