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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.