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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
AZ,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Qualms,
MDC,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.