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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
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.