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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.