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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.