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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Ossler,
UT,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.