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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Excepter,
DNA,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.