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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.