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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Pylon,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.