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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.