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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.