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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.