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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.