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 Nepal 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
PIL,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.