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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.