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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.