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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.