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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.