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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
the Association,
Smog,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.