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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.