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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.