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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.