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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.