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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.