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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.