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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.