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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.