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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.