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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.