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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Television,
Yazoo,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.