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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
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.