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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.