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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.