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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.