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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.