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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.