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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
This Heat,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.