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 and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.