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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Little Man,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Japan,
Slave,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.