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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.