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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.