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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.