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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.