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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.