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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Index,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.