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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.