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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.