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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.