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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.