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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.