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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Television,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.