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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.