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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.