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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.