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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.