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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.