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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
UT,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.