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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Ronan,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.