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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Franke,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.