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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Slave,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.