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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.