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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Franke,
Interpol,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.