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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.