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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Television,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.