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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.