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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Hashim,
UT,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.