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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.