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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.