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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.