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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.