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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.