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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.