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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Organ,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
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.