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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.