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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.