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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.