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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.