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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.