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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.