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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.