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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.