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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.