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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.