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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
June of 44,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.