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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.