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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.