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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.