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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.