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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
X-102,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.