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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.