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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Scion,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.