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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.