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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.