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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.