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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Scion,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.