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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.