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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Index,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.