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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.