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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Martian,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.