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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.