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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.