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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.