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 Bremen.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.