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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Skriet,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.