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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.