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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.