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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.