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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Neu!,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
AZ,
Black Pus,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.