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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.