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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.