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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.