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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Can,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.