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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Magma,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
UT,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.