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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.