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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
the Association,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.