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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Swans,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.