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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.