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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.