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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.