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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.