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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.