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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Index,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Television,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.