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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.