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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.