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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.