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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.