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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.