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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Can,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.