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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.