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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.