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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.