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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.