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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.