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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.