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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.