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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.