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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
the Normal,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.