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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.