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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.