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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.