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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.