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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Can,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.