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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.