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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.