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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.