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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.