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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.