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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.