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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.