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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Pole,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.