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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.