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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.