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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 mellotron and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.