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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.