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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.