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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
ABC,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.