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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.