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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.