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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.