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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.