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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.