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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.