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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.