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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.