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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.