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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
the Normal,
Television,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.