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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.