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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.