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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.