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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.