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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.