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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Move,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.