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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.