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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Monolake,
Index,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.