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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.