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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.