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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.