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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.