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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.