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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Wire,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.