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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Crime,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.