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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.