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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.