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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
X-102,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.