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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.