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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.