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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.