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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.