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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.