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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.