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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.