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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.