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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.